Chapter 70: The Calm Before the Storm
The underground forge was suffocatingly hot, smelling heavily of sulfur, melted iron, and highly unstable mana powder.
Draven Mordis stood near the entrance, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. He watched silently as Cole Rust and Lyra Voltaire operated in a state of frantic synchronization.
CLANG! CLANG!
Cole brought his heavy hammer down on a thick sheet of A-Rank steel, shaping it into a perfectly spherical, aerodynamic shell.
He tossed it into a cooling vat of blue liquid.
HISS!
The moment the shell cooled, Lyra snatched it with a pair of iron tongs.
Her fingers were stained pitch-black with alchemical ink.
She rapidly packed the hollow steel with a volatile, glowing crimson powder, before slapping a dense matrix of sealing runes over the top to keep the internal pressure perfectly balanced.
"That is the last one," Lyra panted, wiping a streak of soot from her forehead.
